Adopted. Yay! I think. (Team Crafted Fanfic)

Minor Joy Major Sorrow

H I N A

My jaw dropped, probably to the floor.

I'm being adopted.

Shakily, I turned to look at my best friends.

Their expressions were torn between sadness and joy.

"Your being adopted." Mitch whispered, and enveloped me into a deep hug. "Don't forget us."

"Better not forget us." James crashed into us, and Ray wormed his way in.

I shared my last hug with the boys I grew to love.

Reluctantly, we pulled apart, all eyes glistening in tears. Not because I was being adopted however.

It was because a deeper, much darker secret that hid under these hard marble floors.

You have thirty chances to get adopted. If you don't get adopted, you were killed.